by Nicki Strudwick
Autumn thoughts.....
This prose hopefully reflects how creation infinitely works together for the glory of God.
The early morning mist, Rolls over the land, The sheep are left to feed, In the corner.
The shepherd will return And count the flock
At the eve of the day.
The rose hips and brambles Have strewn themselves And tangled around trees Amongst gold leaves. The last of the berries
Give one last push
As they anchor on stems
The last harvest.
As the sun begins to rise
The mist will go And fallow deer shall graze On dewy grass.
Spiders webs will sparkle
Like precious jewels
Catching golden sunlight.
Bracken fills the woodland
And grandfather's beard
Little , spotted toadstools
Shyly appear,
Add to the musty air.
The leaves make a display
Autumns finest, Natures glorious hues
Cascading down.
Oak,Ash Hazel
Red maple , Spindle berry
The Horse chestnut
Will bear it's prickly fruit. Only Pines and the Yew
Remain the same
They will protect the life
Which hunkers down
From the icy winter!
